Cottage garden... bees in the foxgloves
Pansies I picked for my Nanna’s grave
Once was a child blackberry picking
Cherub face and hands greedily stained
Lancashire Fells awash in heather
Pastel waves in sunset, solstice skies
Fingerprints I left on fine linen
After eating Grandma’s home-baked pies
Rich amethyst which is my birthstone
Upon finger; a silver band, set
Guitar painted and highly lacquered
Snuggling under my fluffy blanket
My first pair of velvet Doc Martens
My wardrobe transcends all of its shades
Wrapper of favourite chocolate
Relief... aura as a migraine fades
My lips, when I’ve had too much Merlot
Intoxicated... impassioned kiss
Moonlight shines on our slumber’s satin
Where I show you how much you’ve been missed
Milky Way and all of her wonder
Imbrued, violet majestic tones
A colour that tastes of my childhood
Feels like... being naked, in your arms
Smells of baking day and wildflowers
Speaks of nature’s bounty... Summer skies
Seen from my mind’s eye, at crown chakra
Promotes compassion, peace and insight
To me, it’s more than just a pigment
Or how I choose to furnish in tones
It’s a state of mind; a vibration
It’s fond memories... essence of home
It’s the name I gave to my daughter
It’s the accent of our wedding day
It’s in painted words of poetry
It’s how I’ll be remembered... someday
© Debbie Razey 2020 - Violet Moon Poetry.
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